Ad aspera

The blood haze finally cleared from his eyes – Krait Karlsson blinked and found himself in a completely unfamiliar place. Behind him stretched a field, once overgrown with waist-high grass, wild flowers, and bushes, now riddled with craters, trampled, and turned inside out. Krait raised his hammer closer to his eyes and nodded with satisfaction – he had indeed managed to swat that wretched mosquito that had angered him by daring to bite his flesh. Shaking the dirt off his weapon, he looked around and saw something in the distance that resembled a road or path, leading somewhere to the southwest, towards a settlement barely visible from here. Shrugging, he headed in that direction.